Pokemon Possession Novels & Stories

In which I should give her a hand and an eye, in exchange, in addition to secrets, I should give her an arm and an eye, that's why she was a spider. Vandokar possessed several tremendous powers, including the ability to paralyze others with his touch, inherently cast a variety of powerful spells, and alter reality at will, discovering that he was immune to disintegration diseases, in which his mind control and a variety of other debilitating effects, if he could earn her trust, Tsuki would have a great and powerful ally.

“That I must be married for at least three consecutive months to gain any rights to contest the power structure. If not, it all goes to them permanently.” I stared at him. “So… I’m your key to taking back what’s yours.” “Yes.” My mind reeled. “But why me? You could’ve picked anyone. Someone from your world.” His eyes darkened. “The reason I chose you doesn’t concern you.” I froze at his curt response. Threading lightly, I asked, “And what’s your stepmother like?” “She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.”

“I have noticed there is a weak point in anti-teleportation defense by the windows and I theorize it is possible to teleport outside if you stand on a certain square and touch the glass and imagine yourself outside.” He closed the journal with a snap. He was willing to risk it. He would do anything to get Leo’s soul back.

“No! You are wrong, I was yours… what am I even saying? I was never yours, and I will never—” My words died down as I felt his lips impossibly close to mine the anger in his eyes hardening making fear and panic clog me. “You’re testing me Lyra! I am very possessive of my belongings, I won’t have anyone messing with them. If anyone has a death wish, then I dare him to as much as stare at you, I won’t hesitate to end lives.” He states with pure menace. “I am not afraid of you Sage, I have never been and we both know that,” I say inaudibly.

Each blow reverberates through the forest, creating a symphony of bone against bone. We have to stop this monster from getting the relic, at any cost. With every blow that lands on the giants frame, I feel stronger. It’s almost like I am being imbued with a power that transcends anything I have felt before. I feel faster, stronger, more powerful, and undefeatable. It’s as if something otherworldly has possessed my body, and I have become a mere tool.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

"You are my possesion. Whatever I want I get" His voice boomed with power and authority. I was confused. I had no qualities. I was not an American top model, I had no status or cliche I would even compare my self with with a distinct fashion designer because she wears designer clothes but he choosed to own me. Someone with baggages a person who has burdens, someone who had nothing concrete to give a man like him even though a man like him had everthing and yet he choose me.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

============================================== Jax POV I just watched the love of my life disappear. She used her true death ability, I forgot to tell her, only she has that ability. None of us do. We have similar abilities but to be able to call on the goddess and use her heavenly magic to help aid us against magic. Savannah was gone in a few moments.

Due to the turbulent nature of the power that the possessed was now unleashing they could only watch helplessly as it assimilated its new power. Abe nodded in reply. He was no fool. He could sense that what was being born was more than he could handle. “What is that thing” Abe asked. Mane seemed aware of what was happening. Mane furrowed his brows as the fluctuations the possessed was releasing gradually calmed down. “A dark technique: Possession. It forces one’s soul to fight on even after death. The soul is destroyed when the technique is broken”